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The springing fire.-The winged glory
u Philippi half-alighted,

Like an eagle on a promontory
Its unwearied wings could fan
The quenchless ashes of Milan. *
From age to age, from man to man,

It lived: and lit from land to land

Florence, Albion, Switzerland :
Then night fell; and as from night
Re-assuming fiery flight,
From the West swift Freedom came,

Against the course of heaven and doom
A second sun array'd in flame :

To burn, to kindle, to illume,
From far Atlantis its young beams.
Chased the shadows and the dreams.
France, with all her sanguine streams,

Hid but quench'd it not; again
Through clouds its shafts of glory ran

From utmost Germany to Spain.
As an eagle fed with morning
Scorns the embattled tempest's warning,
When she seeks her aery hanging

In the mountain cedar's hair,
And her brood expect the clanging

Of her wings through the wild air,
Sick with famine- Freedom so
To what of Greece remaineth now
Returns; her hoary ruins glow
Like orient mountains lost in day;

Beneath the safety of her wings
Her renovated nurselings play,

And in the naked lightnings

* Milan was the centre ofthe resistance of the Lombard league against the Austrian tyrant. Frederic Barbarossa burot the city to the ground, but liberty lived in its ashes, and it rose like an exhalation from its ruin.---See Sismondi's" Histoire des Republiques Italiennes," a book which has done much towards awakening the Italians to an imitation of their great ancestors.

oftruth they purge their dazzled eyes,
Let Freedom leave, where'er she flies,
A desert or a Paradise ;

Let the beautiful and the brave

Share her glory or a grave. Semicho. I.

With the gifts of gladness

Greece did thy cradle strew. Semicho. II. With the tears of sadness

Greece did thy shroud bedew. Semicho. I. With an orphan's affection

She follow'd thy bier through time; Semicho. II. And at thy resurrection

Re-appeareth, like thou, sublime ! Semicho. I.

If Heaven should resume thee,

To Heaven shall her spirit ascend ; Semicho. II. If Hell should entomb thee,

To Hell shall her high hearts bend. Semicho. I.

If Annihilation-Semicho. II. Dust let her glories be;

And a name and a nation

Be forgotten. Freedom, with thee! Indian. His brow grows darker-breathe not-move

He starts-he shudders ;-ye that love not,
With your panting loud and fast
Have awaken'd him at last.

MAHMUD (starting from his sleep)
Man the Seraglio-guard ! make fast the gate.
What! from a cannonade of three short hours?
'Tis false! that breach towards the Bosphorus
Cannot be practicable yet.-Who stirs ?
Stand to the match, that, when the foe prevails,
One spark may mix in reconciling ruin
The conqueror and the conquerid ! Heave the

Into the gap-wrench off the roof!
Enter Hassan.

Ha! what!
The truth of day lightens upon my dream,
And I am Mahmud still


Your Sublime Highness . s strangely moved. Mah.

The times do cast strange shadows
On those who watch and who must rule their course,
Lest they, heing first in peril as in glory,
Be whelm'd in the fierce ebb;-and these are of them.
Thrice has a gloomy vision haunted me
As thus from sleep into the troubled day;
It shakes me as the tempest shakes the sea,
Leaving no tigure upon memory's glass.
Would that- no matter. Thou didst say thou knewest
A Jew, whose spirit is a chronicle
of strange and secret and forgotten things,
I bade thee summon him :-'tis said his tribe
Dream, and are wise interpreters of dreams.

Has. The Jew of whom I speak is old,-so old
He seems to have outlived a world's decay ;
The hoary mountains and the wrinkled ocean
Seem younger still than he ;-his hair and beard
Are whiter than the tempest-sifted snow:
His cold pale limbs and pulseless arteries
Are like the fibres of a cloud instinct
With light, and to the soul that quickens them
Are as the atoms of the mountain-drift
To the winter wind-but from his eye looks forth
A life of unconsumed thought, which pierces
The present and the past, and the to-come.
Some say that this is he whom the great prophet
Jesus, the son of Joseph, for his mockery
Mock'd with the curse of immortality.
Some feign that he is Enoch; others dream
He was pre-adamite, and has survived
Cycles of generation and of ruin.
The sage, in truth, by dreadful abstinence
And conquering penance of the mutinous flesh,
Deep contemplation, and unwearied study,
In years outstretch'd beyond the date of man,
May have obtain'd to sovereignty and science
Over those strong and secret things and thoughts
Which others fear and know not.

I would talk
With this old Jew.


Thy will is even now Made known to him, where he dwells in a sea-cavern 'Mid the Demonesi, less accessible Than thou or God! He who would question him Must sail alone at sun-set, where the stream Of ocean sleeps around those foamless isles When the young moon is westering as now, And evening airs wander upon the wave ; And when the pines of that bee-pasturing islé, Green Erebinthus, quench the fiery shadow Of his gilt prow within the sapphire water ; Then must the lonely helmsman cry aloud, Ahasuerus! and the caverns round Will answer, Ahasuerus! If his prayer Be granted, a faint meteor will arise, Lighting him over Marmora, and a wind Will rush out of the sighing pine-forest, And with the wind a storm of harmony Unutterably sweet, and pilot him Through the soft twilight to the Bosphorus: Thence, at the hour and place and circumstance, Fit for the matter of their conference, The Jew appears. Few dare, and few who dare, Win the desired communion-but that shout Bodes

(A shout without Mah. Evil, doubtless; like all human sounds, Let me converse with spirits. Has.

That shout again ; Mah. This Jew whom thou hast summon'd Has.

Will be here Mah. When the omnipotent hour, to which are yoked He, I, and all things, shall compel-enough. Silence those mutineers-that drunken crew That crowd about the pilot in the storm. Aye ! strike the foremost shorter by a head! They weary me, and I have need of rest. Kings are like stars—they rise and set ; they have The worship of the world, but no repose.

[Erennt severally. Chorus Worlds on worlds are rolling ever

From creation to decay,
Like the bubbles on a river,

Sparkling, bursting, borne away
But they are still immortal

Who, through birth's orient portal,
And Death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro,

Clothe their unceasing flight

In the brief dust and light
Gather'd around their chariots as they go ;

New shapes they still may weave,

New Gods, new laws, receive :
Bright or dim are they, as the robes they last

On Death's bare ribs had cast.
A power from the unknown God,

A Promethean conqueror came ;
Like a triumphal path he trod
The thorns of death and shame.

A mortal shape to him

Was like the vapour dim
Which the orient planet animates with light •

Hell, Sin, and Slavery, came

Like blood hounds mild and tame,
Nor prey'd until their lord had taken fight,

The moon of Mahomet

Arose, and it shall set;
While blazon'd as on heaven's immortal noon

The cross leads generations on.
Swift as the radiant shapes of sleep,

From one whose dreams are paradise,
Fly, when the fond wretch wakes to weep, .
And day peers forth with her blank eyes,

So fleet, so faint, so fair,

The powers of earth and air
Fled from the folding star of Bethlehem:

Apollo, Pan, and Love,

And even Olympian Jove Grew weak, for killing Truth had glared on the m.

Our hills, and seas, and streams,

Dispeopled of their dreams, Their waters turn'd to blood, their dew to tears,

Wail'd for the golden years.

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